Footsteps halted beside the dark staircase, and after a moment, a rich voice emanated from the darkness.
"Why are you still awake? And without lighting a candle."
The person beside the desk paused briefly, then let out a cold huff and said, "My heart is blind, what use is there in lighting a candle?"
Jin Zijin's footsteps stopped, and he stared straight into the darkness where the voice came from.
Tonight, there was no moon or stars, just pitch black.
After his eyes adjusted to the extreme darkness, he could barely make out a dark shadow in front of him.
He couldn't see her expression, but her chilling words had already made everything clear.
He frowned, and after a moment, as if having lifted a huge stone off his chest, he sighed in relief.
Jin Zijin stepped forward again, sitting steadily in the chair opposite her.
